After the 18th birthday of every individual, they are gifted with a red string that stretches infinitely to their soulmates. Only paired soulmates can see their designated red string tied on their pinkie but not the others. When two soulmates are close to each other within a mile range, the red string starts glowing bright red.
It was around 7:30 PM on a quiet Saturday evening. The sun had already set, and street lights had illuminated the streets of Seoul, especially the park where you were, sitting on the bench, having given up on life.
You sat hunched on the seat, hands covering your face. Why? Cause your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. hell, you were still crying.
Why shouldn't you? The guy you had been dating for over eight years, ever since high school, had been cheating on you with another girl, right from the second year of your relationship.
You looked at your dull red string. God....this soulmate thing.
How unlucky, huh? First, you never once find your soulmate all these years and second, your boyfriend of 8 years cheats 7/8 of those years. You were 25 and it was too much.
And while kicking you out, your now ex-boyfriend even pushed you hard enough out of his apartment that you stumbled and fell on your hands and knees.
You had a short skirt and a full-sleeved top on. And your left knee got scratched badly. It wasn't bleeding, but it sure was red and raw now, and throbbing, making it difficult for you to walk properly.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. Your knee and especially your heart.
The guy whom you had poured all your trust in for all these years had betrayed you. How were you supposed to trust someone else after this?
Suddenly, you were feeling a small tug on your right pinkie, the place where your red string was tied. But you were too busy being heartbroken to notice that.
Tears began streaming down your face again. Fuck it! You were trying so hard to stop crying.
"Umm...Excuse me?" A low, deep and smooth voice spoke.
You flinched and looked up from your hands, and froze a little.
There stood a guy, in a white hoodie with his hood on, a pair of black jeans and a black mask on. And damn, this guy...
He had a lean but strong physique. His dancer-like and boxer-built frame gave him defined muscles, toned arms visible from the hoodie sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and subtle abs beneath the hoodie.
"Umm...." The guy began again, scratching the back of his neck. "Are you okay?"
Great. First you get dumped, then hurt and now here you were, probably embarrassing yourself infront of a stranger, crying.
You shook your head at him, got up, and tried to leave with a slight wince but his hand immediately shot out, grabbing yours, gently but firmly.
"Wait-" The guy tensed.
Okay, now you were getting a little creeped out.
The guy, seeing you flinch, let out a sigh. He took both your hands in his, and damn his hands were big. He guided you back on the bench before doing something even your ex never did.
He fucking kneeled. Right in front of you on one knee and looked up at you. His hands had let go of your hands and were on your knees. Especially on your left knee.
Why was this stranger kneeling for you?
"Your knee...are you okay?" The guy asked, finally taking off his mask and pulling down his hood.
He had a sharp, sculpted face with a clean, defined jawline. His dark feline-shaped eyes carried a cold yet magnetic intensity beneath straight brows. Calm, well-shaped lips added to his mysterious charm. Porcelain-smooth skin looked flawless, while dark layered hair framed his face with effortless volume, exposing parts of his forehead.
Who is this guy? He doesn't look very expressive.
Your eyes fell on your pinkie and widened. The string was now glowing a bright red, and it was connected to this guy's left pinkie.
The guy saw you finally noticed the string and nodded, resting one arm on his knee while the other arm was resting on the bench beside your hips. "Yeah....I was trying to tell you about that."